[USxUK] Theme: Love [Summer Camp Event]
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blood_wingedTitle: Love, In Spite Of..
Genre: General/Romance
Word Count: 1000
Rating/Warnings: U. None.
Summary: Alfred's side. He discusses the shortcomings of his and Arthur's relationship with his brother and comes to a firm conclusion.
One of two parts. Other part here.
Matthew jumped, his fork clattering to the plate as Alfred’s coffee cup hit the table with enough force to splash a little of the dark liquid over the lip. He blinked, letting out a quiet ‘eh…’ as his brother stared at the table as if he was trying to burn a hole through it. He hadn’t expected that reaction.
“He drives me insane.”
Alfred scowled and lifted his mug up, swallowing a mouthful of coffee and shaking his head. He didn’t visit his brother often but when he did, particularly lately, their conversations tended to revolve entirely around the American nation’s partner. As much as Matthew enjoyed his brother’s company, and liked having the attention paid to him, it was a little upsetting to see the other man so distressed about something which could be so easily solved if the two of them would only talk to one another.
“I hate how overbearing he is. He’s always telling me what to do.”
Matthew let out a little sigh and moved across the kitchen to grab the coffee jug and give Alfred a refill. Outside, it was barely dawn and they’d been up all night, thanks to a combination of Alfred’s jetlag and his current level of irritation. Though he knew he’d have trouble getting a word in edgeways, he took the pause as an opportunity to speak.
“You know he’s only trying to look out for you…”
“I don’t need him to look out for me! When he’s trying to look out for me it makes him boring. He gets all stuffy and old-fashioned and just wants to stop me having fun.”
Looking down, the Canadian nation smiled faintly, thinking back to a time when Alfred wasn’t quite so liberal and free in his opinions as he was now. He pressed his lips together, keeping his thoughts to himself, but Alfred saw the expression on his face and let out a quiet ‘pfh’ sound, shaking his head. “You just don’t get it, Matt. I know funny everyone thinks it is that we got together like this after all that we put each other through.”
“I don’t think it’s funny…” Matthew trailed off, clearing his throat quietly and rubbing a hand over his face. Alfred’s complaining could often become excessive but he knew it was just a matter of waiting it out. The American let out a grumbling sound and rested his elbow on the table, propping his head up on it and tapping his fingernails restlessly against the side of his coffee cup.
“But he’s so stubborn, you know? If he decides something’s going down a certain way there’s no point even trying to change his mind.” Having always hated being told what to do, there was something about Arthur that sparked Alfred’s rebellious side, which in turn only made Arthur worse. It was often said that they were both as bad as each other, but Alfred would protest until he was blue in the face that Arthur was far worse. “He’s always telling me to keep out of his way but at the same time he always seems to need me.” Pouting, Alfred sank down a little in his chair and closed his eyes for a moment. “And it’s not that I mind, particularly, I just… wish he’d decide what he wants.”
Tucking his hair behind his ear, Matthew sniffed and leaned on the table, biting his lip for a moment before he spoke. “Maybe he doesn’t know what he wants.”
Alfred sat up quickly, sending his brother scooting back several inches as he flinched in surprise. “Well, he should! He’s… whatever… one thousand and something and he should know what he wants by now! Not be leaving it all up to me to chase him around. That ‘I want you but I don’t’ thing he has going on is only cute when I’m in the right mood.”
“Mm…”
“And when he’s not being cute, he’s being so grouchy that I start to wonder why I’m trying so hard.”
“Don’t say that, Al… You know why you’re trying so hard.” Alfred’s brother had been witness to the American nation falling to pieces over his attraction to Arthur, in the earlier days when he’d thought it was wrong and something that he shouldn’t feel.
“But he has such a temper, he never used to have a temper like that.”
“He’s always had a temper, you were just always his favourite so you never saw it.” Years ago, Matthew would have sounded bitter saying such a thing but now he didn’t mind terribly. He’d had his time with Arthur, and he could look back on it with far more easy fondness than Alfred could. "I've watched you, you know. I've seen how you wind him up and then sit back to watch the fireworks and I don't think that even you realise that you do it."
"I do not do that!"
"Yes, you do. Everyone notices."
They glared at each other for a moment, then Alfred sighed and looked away, pulling Texas off and setting it down on the table. He rubbed his eyes and pushed a hand through his hair, huffing out a breath through his nose and looking for all the world like he had just had the most uncomfortable realisation of his life.
“...I don’t know what I’m doing, Matt…” he said then, putting his head in his hands. “He’s such a stuck up, fussy old man, and then he can be the sweetest person you've ever met, or the sexiest guy in the world and he changes so fast it puts my head in a spin…”
Matthew stayed quiet at that, and Alfred gulped down the last of his coffee, standing up to set his cup in the sink. He stood there for a long few moments, leaning on the counter, the silence stretching out to something tangible between them, but when he turned around the Canadian recognised that look of determination. Alfred grinned.
"I love him."
Genre: General/Romance
Word Count: 1000
Rating/Warnings: U. None.
Summary: Alfred's side. He discusses the shortcomings of his and Arthur's relationship with his brother and comes to a firm conclusion.
One of two parts. Other part here.
*****
Matthew jumped, his fork clattering to the plate as Alfred’s coffee cup hit the table with enough force to splash a little of the dark liquid over the lip. He blinked, letting out a quiet ‘eh…’ as his brother stared at the table as if he was trying to burn a hole through it. He hadn’t expected that reaction.
“He drives me insane.”
Alfred scowled and lifted his mug up, swallowing a mouthful of coffee and shaking his head. He didn’t visit his brother often but when he did, particularly lately, their conversations tended to revolve entirely around the American nation’s partner. As much as Matthew enjoyed his brother’s company, and liked having the attention paid to him, it was a little upsetting to see the other man so distressed about something which could be so easily solved if the two of them would only talk to one another.
“I hate how overbearing he is. He’s always telling me what to do.”
Matthew let out a little sigh and moved across the kitchen to grab the coffee jug and give Alfred a refill. Outside, it was barely dawn and they’d been up all night, thanks to a combination of Alfred’s jetlag and his current level of irritation. Though he knew he’d have trouble getting a word in edgeways, he took the pause as an opportunity to speak.
“You know he’s only trying to look out for you…”
“I don’t need him to look out for me! When he’s trying to look out for me it makes him boring. He gets all stuffy and old-fashioned and just wants to stop me having fun.”
Looking down, the Canadian nation smiled faintly, thinking back to a time when Alfred wasn’t quite so liberal and free in his opinions as he was now. He pressed his lips together, keeping his thoughts to himself, but Alfred saw the expression on his face and let out a quiet ‘pfh’ sound, shaking his head. “You just don’t get it, Matt. I know funny everyone thinks it is that we got together like this after all that we put each other through.”
“I don’t think it’s funny…” Matthew trailed off, clearing his throat quietly and rubbing a hand over his face. Alfred’s complaining could often become excessive but he knew it was just a matter of waiting it out. The American let out a grumbling sound and rested his elbow on the table, propping his head up on it and tapping his fingernails restlessly against the side of his coffee cup.
“But he’s so stubborn, you know? If he decides something’s going down a certain way there’s no point even trying to change his mind.” Having always hated being told what to do, there was something about Arthur that sparked Alfred’s rebellious side, which in turn only made Arthur worse. It was often said that they were both as bad as each other, but Alfred would protest until he was blue in the face that Arthur was far worse. “He’s always telling me to keep out of his way but at the same time he always seems to need me.” Pouting, Alfred sank down a little in his chair and closed his eyes for a moment. “And it’s not that I mind, particularly, I just… wish he’d decide what he wants.”
Tucking his hair behind his ear, Matthew sniffed and leaned on the table, biting his lip for a moment before he spoke. “Maybe he doesn’t know what he wants.”
Alfred sat up quickly, sending his brother scooting back several inches as he flinched in surprise. “Well, he should! He’s… whatever… one thousand and something and he should know what he wants by now! Not be leaving it all up to me to chase him around. That ‘I want you but I don’t’ thing he has going on is only cute when I’m in the right mood.”
“Mm…”
“And when he’s not being cute, he’s being so grouchy that I start to wonder why I’m trying so hard.”
“Don’t say that, Al… You know why you’re trying so hard.” Alfred’s brother had been witness to the American nation falling to pieces over his attraction to Arthur, in the earlier days when he’d thought it was wrong and something that he shouldn’t feel.
“But he has such a temper, he never used to have a temper like that.”
“He’s always had a temper, you were just always his favourite so you never saw it.” Years ago, Matthew would have sounded bitter saying such a thing but now he didn’t mind terribly. He’d had his time with Arthur, and he could look back on it with far more easy fondness than Alfred could. "I've watched you, you know. I've seen how you wind him up and then sit back to watch the fireworks and I don't think that even you realise that you do it."
"I do not do that!"
"Yes, you do. Everyone notices."
They glared at each other for a moment, then Alfred sighed and looked away, pulling Texas off and setting it down on the table. He rubbed his eyes and pushed a hand through his hair, huffing out a breath through his nose and looking for all the world like he had just had the most uncomfortable realisation of his life.
“...I don’t know what I’m doing, Matt…” he said then, putting his head in his hands. “He’s such a stuck up, fussy old man, and then he can be the sweetest person you've ever met, or the sexiest guy in the world and he changes so fast it puts my head in a spin…”
Matthew stayed quiet at that, and Alfred gulped down the last of his coffee, standing up to set his cup in the sink. He stood there for a long few moments, leaning on the counter, the silence stretching out to something tangible between them, but when he turned around the Canadian recognised that look of determination. Alfred grinned.
"I love him."
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Date: 2011-07-31 01:11 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-07-31 03:26 pm (UTC)Thanks <3
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Date: 2011-07-31 05:32 pm (UTC)(Pardon me from the capslock thingy. D: )
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Date: 2011-07-31 05:42 pm (UTC)Of course he does~